$ir Abe - Team 30 Lyrics

Yeah, I had to keep the blam, keep it tucked
Make him dance, I don't know, I'm off the Xans, it's enough
I go to the doctor, tell him I take all my meds,
One week later doctor ask my momma "why that nigga dead?"
Percocet 30, take it to the head
Doing pills, sipping mud, dirty, I know nothing less
She gon' ride, she gon' get dirty, she do it the best
And my bitch, you know that she love me, bail me from arrest
I like fashion, step in Balenci
She got a bad side, she wanna kiss me
You gon' have a bad time, if you tryna get me
And I'm wishing for that fat fye
Nigga feel like Timmy
Bitch, I'm team 30, me and drugs locked in
Saw the coupe, 5% tint, had to hop in
4o for a pound nigga, is you f*cking copping
Bitch, this not a podcast, stop the f*cking talking
Shit, damn
Chief a blunt like sosa, baby
Bitch, don't get confused
Cuz' fat what I been toting lately
Billie Eilish I'm the bad guy
Take another perc, I'm a motherf*cking flat line
I want drugs, I want nothing else, put her on the shelf
She gon' love it, she gon' spit all it, choke her with my belt
Hoe, you not the main thing, I take you to hotel
Every time I drop ya off, my lil' choppa drop shells
Bitch, I'm team 30 with a Percocet jersey
Got another bitch, bring me Oxy from New Jersey
Shooting from the three, call me f*cking Larry Bird
And I do it the best, when I f*ck her say it hurt
I said, you f*cked up, said you don't know what you missing
He gon' get f*cked up, thought he funny when he dissing
This ain't Monday Night Raw, I'm gon' put you in submission
Need a ménage à trois, bring your friend for competition
Yeah, yeah, yeah, shoot him right there
Right there, shoot him right there
Yeah, yeah, right there, yeah, oh
Woah